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Who: Walter and you
Where: Forest
When: 16th, noon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.
The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.
The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.
He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.
Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.
Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]
Where: Forest
When: 16th, noon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.
The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.
The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.
He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.
Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.
Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]
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[Oh...
OOOHHHHHHH.
...DA FUQ?!
He's been
stalkingliving with me...all this...time.This...
She wasn't sure what to think of it but that doesn't matter right now. The issue now is to figure out how to continue this conversation.]
It's... [Does she lie now? She doubt that she can but even if she told him the truth, he doubts that she'll believe her either. What now?]
I was raised in the same village myself, that's how I know...
[BEING VAGUE AS POSSIBLE HERE]
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Walter doesn't feel entirely safe debating all of this here, not when they might be being hunted or pursued or watched—no, he doesn't sense a looming presence, so it can't be the last. Still, this is a matter that begs answers.]
I've never seen you before. [Gently, but still firmly:] What is your name?
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[NOPE, I DO WHAT I WANT.
Of course, the moment that she asked for her name, Shirley wasn't sure. Should she lie or should she tell the truth?]
Fenimore...Xelhes.
[She was sure that Fenimore and Thyra didn't grow up in the same village with her. However, she could be wrong. She didn't feel comfortable lying to Walter but at the same time... she doesn't feel too comfortable with telling him who she is.
It could lead to some interesting consequences.]
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There's no one who lives in the village by that name. Fine, if she doesn't want to say, then that's her secret to keep. They're on a tight schedule and he won't make her any more uncomfortable, since it's not like this is going to hurt the either of them.
Folding his arms, his hand feels something rough beneath the fabric of his shirts. Searching, he pulls out a necklace, decorated with a shell of Ferines colors, and extends it toward the woman.]
. . . I found this in that place. Is it yours?
[Or does it belong to another Ferines who was removed from the unit?
That possibility as a thought alone is upsetting.]
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As she stared at the necklace, she was shifting awkwardly once more. She was never the type of person who was able to hide her emotions that easily so it was starting to become more obvious that something was up. She really wanted to say she made it for him but at the same time, any information she gives out might be...
She could say it was hers but if she did, he'll think something is up. If she didn't, he'll think that this place was as dangerous as he thought
Hm...]
Um yes, it is. Where did you find it, I was trying to find out where it went but...it seems that I misplaced it! I was worried someone might have stolen it too!
...It wasn't you right?
[Yes, she's willing to take the blame instead of Vatheon in general]
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[No, he didn't steal it. If he did, he magically "forgot."
Shaking his head, Walter takes long, methodical strides over to the woman and holds out the necklace for her to take back. It hasn't been long since his regular self received it. Still, it's been well-kept and in top shape.]
Be careful. Next time it can be more than a trinket.
[Though, he can't help thinking bitterly, a trinket is more a Ferines can claim in the way of property compared to the majority driven empty-handed from the village by Orerines.]
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[Shirley notices. It seems like Walter didn't do all that much with it but in a way, it made her happy. He really did care a lot over it and it meant a lot to her.
Still, she was going to give it back to him after this curse was over. It was his after all, she had no right to keep it.]
But it's better than nothing wrong? It could also be a necklace too!
[mumble mumble mumble]
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[Walter himself lacks accessories; at least, he is in his normal attire. For some reason, this getup he "borrowed" has a few distinguishing decorations, most notably the clasp and tassels.
The orange tassels . . . ]
We should go.
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As she looked at the necklace, she looks back at him]
Um...where do you want to go? If you're still looking for some more information about this place, I think the welcome hall should have enough?
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. . . welcome hall? [What's that even supposed to be—] No, that's too obvious.
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Um...then where do you think we should go? [Because oh man, she doesn't want to piss him off...]
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[He looks up, past the trees huddled together.]
This is underwater?
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[mumble mumble]
I know that there is an elevator here that leans up to an island. Do you want to go there instead? It's cold right now so you might want to get extra clothes before you do!
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[That's neither a yes nor a no, though he's inclined to go with the former if it'll help them get away. An underwater place? Ridiculous. Laughable. Disgusting. What are the Orerines trying to accomplish?]
This is enough. Is the island guarded?
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But I think there might be a barrier of some kind of people haven't found a way out of here just yet...
[But she hasn't really tried to swim out before...]
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Yes but um...they're all really nice here do you shouldn't have to worry.
[And Walter flipping it in 5...4...3...2...1..........]
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But not all of them are like that. [She shakes her head a bit] I'm certain, there's at least one Orerines out there who doesn't think badly of us. That's right, if there's at least one...
[Senel...]
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That's beyond idealism.
Did a single Orerines hesitate to cut down a Ferines running for his or her life? Of course not.]
After four thousand years, you believe that?
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It was true that for a small moment in her life she honestly believed that the Orerines needed to die, but she knew better then that. With a small gulp, she simple nodded.]
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[And naive.
Walter looks up, vaguely lost in his thoughts.]
The Merines is born. She will right everything with her return. When that happens, you won't have to worry about such a thing anymore.
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But there's still some innocent Orerines that could be caught in such a thing! I just...don't think it's right to kill like that. If there was another way...!
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They started this!
They never belonged. They were the invaders. This is a fate they've made for themselves—it is retribution.
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[Oh what has Shirley walked herself into?]
Then mind if I ask you something? What...what do you think would happen should you see a Ferines betraying your own kind? What would you do?
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